Captian's Log The Door is Locked 3 Jul 2019 In quiet, peaceful lands a blackened hearth remains. It was there I saw them last, and there I locked them in. And still the door, charred like the hearth, stands…
Captian's Log Poem: The Gods of Death 2 Jul 20192 Jul 2019 The Great Worm The Worm, it eats, and worms devour the subtlest forms of man. The Worm, loveless, in empty bower consumes all life began. The Darkness The spreading shadows…
Captian's Log He Did It! 1 Jul 2019 Wow, wanted to share this video with you all. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aFx6oRwDaXw&t=1s I have enjoyed watching a few videos on Shadiversity, my favorites being his playlist on Underappreciated Historical Weapons. Anyway, I did…
Captian's Log The Unburned Child 30 Jun 201930 Jun 2019 Had they come from heaven? Had they come from Hell? None could rightly say. They resembled dogs, big, horse sized dogs which glowed hot like a furnace underneath pitch black,…
Captian's Log What I’m Reading 29 Jun 2019 I sick I cannot word today Go away There are many better writers than me anyway Go read one of them Head to the library, check something out You want…
Captian's Log Poem: And in a Dream 28 Jun 2019 Please Read: And in a Dream Excerpt: And in a dream I passing knew what prompt waking forgot, [Continue]
Captian's Log Poem: The Twisted Ones 27 Jun 2019 (A quickly written post tonight. Please enjoy.) The twisted ones can barely walk, but shanter on and out. The twisted ones can barely talk, but corkle with a shout. And…
Captian's Log Poem: Memorials 26 Jun 201926 Jun 2019 Please Read: Memorials Excerpt: I wandered through the ancient stones when by a mossy stump freezing, I turned my aching bones to ponder this strange lump. [Continue Reading] First appeared: Rough Draft…
Captian's Log The Knowledge of Good and Evil; A Rant 25 Jun 2019 (Below is a rambling, ill-edited rant regarding evil. I seem to have spent myself, however, in search of some conclusion. It stands where it stands, a series of thoughts as…
Captian's Log Poem: I Am the Man 24 Jun 2019 I’ve not the time to tell a lie nor make my meaning plain, and so I ask, “Look in my eye,” see there I’m not insane. You want my trust…
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